Good Morals [Larry Stylinson]

Ch. Twenty-Two | The Hot Seat

[E: ✔️]

"Spill"

"Gems, he's my teacher, there's nothing-"

"Oh! Oh, my God, he's the one who hates you, isn't he? The young one? Haz, come on," Gemma crossed her arms, blocking the door. They were currently arguing in her bedroom, and Harry wanted to leave but knew his older sister wouldn't budge. "Haz, since when do teachers that hate you give you rides home? Is this," she gasped, "Weren't you on a date," she quietly shouted, (what an oxymoron). That's when Harry lost it, everything coming out all at once.

"You know what, Gemma? Yeah, we hated each other 'cause I was a fucking prick to him. I apologized and started being nice blah blah blah. Yes, Niall set me up on a date," he takes a big breath in, eyes closing, "It as with this Nick guy, Nick Grimsh-"

"What," Gemma screeched, slapping a hand over her mouth, "I'm sorry, but Grimshaw? What the fuck, I thought Niall was your friend, Harry? You've been best mates since primary school!"

"Thanks, wasn't aware of that. I know, Niall probably just didn't know the guy as much as he thought he did. Maybe Nick is just a fake person 'round him, I dunno. He- wait how do you know him," Harry asks, realization hitting him that his sister knew the lad. "I-he," she stutters, blushing, she bites her lip, "Well, he's probably twenty now, because when I was year twelve he was year nine. I had a friend who liked him, asked him on a date, I stayed close by without them knowing and turns out he's a creep so I took her and ran."

"Bout the same," the green-eyed boy closes his eyes again, ducking his head. "Are you kidding me? He didn't," she trailed off. "It started with flirting, but, like he touched my thigh so quick into it, maybe not even five or ten minutes, I don't care to try to remember. Then I saw," Harry swallows thickly, "Mr. Tomlinson at the counter ordering. I wanted to say hi but Nick kept being creepy. When we finally got up to order he had his arm around me, it was uncomfortable. Then I turned and told Nick I was going to say hi to "that guy" and he made me wait 'til our orders were done and went with me. His nails were digging into my waist and it hurt. Mr-Mr. Tomlinson and I chatted, Nick called him short and I wanted to beat the Christ out of him, Gem," Harry ran his hands through his still-wet hair. He sighed, continuing. "Long story ending, Nick finally caught on after a little over two hours that I wasn't interested and said all he wanted was-," Gemma rushed to her younger brothers, holding him and sitting on the bed with him in her arms, soothing him by rubbing his back. "Called me a quick fuck. And then it was raining, and I ran outside and then Mr. Tomlinson found me," he sobbed, wiping his eyes, "and, and took me home," he sighed, breath hiccuping and sniffing, wiping his nose.

"Is that all?"

It seemed like days until the girl's younger brother spoke up again.

"I think I love him, Gemma," he breathily spoke.

Gemma was quiet, thinking of what to say.

"You can't help who you love, Harry," she said. And that got him.

She comforted him until he started getting visibly sleepy. She (somehow) picked him up and took him across the house, watching his head lull back, and opened his bedroom door, tucking him in. It wasn't that late, but he was clearly drained.

"Goodnight, Haz," she sighed, shaking her head as she set him down and pulled the covers over him, watching his breathing steady and quietly leaving his room.

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"You've been bad," his blue eyes bore into his own green ones. "Oh," Harry mumbled, watching as Mr. Tomlinson (Louis, he knew) stared him down. "A bad, bad boy, Harry," he shook his head. Harry closed his eyes and shuddered, "Bad boy, sir," Harry looked into Louis's eyes. A spark of confidence ran through him and he backed Louis up, taking his hands and pinning them up with only one of his. The other trailed up his shirt teasingly. He saw how Louis's jeans seemed to get tighter. He bites his lips, seeing Louis's blown pupils. He leans next to the other's ear, nipping at the lobe, "Like you're an angel. I bet your moans sound so pretty," he sighs, "babe," Harry trails his lips to Louis's, a moment of self-doubt running through him. "Fuck it," he sighs, lips hungrily pressing against the blue-eyes man's own-